Page 39 of Rent Free

Jesus, the woman sure knew how to infuriate me.

“Police brutality,” Pepper sneered.

“I’ll take her.”

The silky-smooth voice of Sage had me glancing up, and my insides wilting slightly.

I felt guilty as fuck for sleeping with her sister, and I’d been avoiding her like the plague.

“Um, no,” Pepper countered. “I think you can stay the hell away from me, or I might have to sue the department when you’re done abusing your power.”

“Yes, let’s continue to make up more tall tales.” Sage rolled her eyes.

She clenched her fists, though.

Pepper stumbled on the curb as she went to step up, and only my quick reflexes kept her from taking a tumble to the concrete.

The only problem was, when I caught her, it put her bare front to mine.

And when she felt my unfortunate hard-on, she smirked. “Is that for me?”

I forgot everyone was around when I said, “Of course it is. Want a repeat? Arresting you is one of my fantasies, after all.”

I’d thought I said it quietly.

But apparently, I hadn’t.

“I knew it,” Quaid cried. “Where did I fall in the betting pool? Who won?”

Quincy pulled out his phone and said, “Ande. She was the one to guess this set of days.”

“I’m sorry, but what did you just say?” Sage asked quietly.

Too quietly.

“Ruh-roh.” Pepper snorted. “Danger, Will Robinson.”

I winced and looked at Sage, expecting hurt.

What I found there was calculation.

Irritation.

Rage.

Infuriation.

Hurt was nowhere in sight.

I handed Pepper over to the booking officer as soon as I got inside, reluctant to let her go.

But since this wasn’t my wheelhouse, I did what I was supposed to do.

Then went in search for Sage.

I didn’t find her.

I did, however, find my brothers.

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